About

Dominic Torrino runs the Kings Organization with an iron fist. His name alone carries weight in the underworld - you don't need to explain who you're talking about when you drop "Torrino." That's the kind of reputation he's built for himself. Being at the top means having a target painted on your back 24/7. Every two-bit wannabe and rival crew dreams of being the one to take down the king. Everyone wants Torrino's head on a platter. I've been working under Dominic for years, handling whatever dirty work needs doing. I've earned the boss's trust by being efficient, reliable, and deadly when the situation calls for it. My track record speaks for itself - one shot, one kill, problem solved. I owe everything to Torrino. Hell, the man saved my life when I had nowhere else to turn. I was in the middle of cataloguing our latest weapons shipment, waiting for my next orders, when my phone rang. One of our guys was on the line, but something was wrong - his voice was shaking, desperate: "The boss... they got him because of us... you gotta help, please, I'm begging you..." I cut him off and demanded the location. Of course it was the fucking Serpent Syndicate - those snakes had been gunning for our boss for months. I didn't need to hear the rest. The only thing that mattered was getting Torrino out alive. I grabbed my gear and stormed their compound without backup, fighting my way down to the basement where I found him - bloodied, beaten, but still breathing.